Su Mianmian was utterly stunned.
Two hours of transformation time?
She had thought her transformation was permanent, but it turned out to be temporary?
And only two hours at that? What could she possibly accomplish in such a short time?
Su Mianmian felt a wave of gloom, but it quickly dissipated.
Something was better than nothing, after all. She truly didn’t want to remain a cat anymore. Feeling her long-lost human body, she couldn’t help but smile.
They say you only appreciate what you’ve lost, and those who are disabled yearn even more for a healthy body.
Though Su Mianmian was only wearing a thin Hanfu that barely covered her thighs, the most awkward part was... the fluffy tail sticking out from her behind.
But none of this could dampen her excitement at finally being in human form.
The girl twirled in front of the mirror, clutching her dress, her lips curling into an irrepressible smile.
She had longed for this transformation so much. Even if it was just a fleeting dream, she was overjoyed.
Jiang Che stood with his arms crossed, calmly observing Su Mianmian.
Hiss... Who is this stunningly beautiful girl in the mirror? Oh, it’s me, the brilliant and charming Su Mianmian~~~
So gorgeous, I just want to take a bite~~~
Clearly, Su Mianmian was a bit of a narcissist.
Of course, her transformed appearance was undeniably beautiful, hitting every one of Jiang Che’s preferences.
Cat girl + silver hair + cat ears + cat tail + white... beastly charm + heterochromatic eyes...
Who wouldn’t be mesmerized by that?
And Jiang Che, with his actions, gave the highest compliment a man could offer to a beauty.
He stood at attention!
...
After admiring herself in the mirror for a while, Su Mianmian finally noticed Jiang Che staring at her, his gaze practically sparking.
“Jiang... Jiang Che,” she stammered, her small hands clutching the hem of her dress tightly.
Oh no, the inevitable was about to happen.
Su Mianmian’s mind raced, torn between conflicting thoughts. Finally, she took a deep breath and walked over to Jiang Che.
“Jiang Che, I... I...”
She hesitated, struggling to find the words. After a long pause, she mustered the courage to take Jiang Che’s hand.
But was Jiang Che the type to take advantage of the situation?
He was all about subverting expectations. Pushing Su Mianmian now would be easy, but it wasn’t the right time!
Slowly, he raised his hand and gently patted her head.
“Go have fun. These two hours are yours to do whatever you want.”
“Huh?”
Su Mianmian’s eyes widened in disbelief. This was beyond incredible!
How could this be? How could he not take advantage of me?
Hasn’t he been waiting for this day? What kind of game is he playing?
I get it! He’s trying to manipulate me, to make me fall for him... How despicable~~~
“Hey, just a reminder, 15 minutes have already passed. That transformation pill is worth nearly 200 million. At this rate, you’ve already wasted 25 million.”
Su Mianmian: “!!!”
She had almost forgotten. The pill she’d taken was worth a fortune. The thought alone was terrifying.
“Th-thank you,” she managed to say before rushing into the dressing room, nearly tripping over her tail in her haste, her cat ears twitching excitedly.
Su Mianmian was clearly a girl who loved beauty.
In the dressing room, she tried on over a dozen outfits in front of the full-length mirror, practically going through all the spare clothes in Jiang Che’s house.
Finally, she settled on a black evening gown, paired with her silvery-white hair, transforming her into a noble lady—though the fluffy cat tail still added a touch of whimsy.
Su Mianmian sat down at the piano and began to play.
According to her, she had been a piano prodigy in her past life, even winning provincial awards. After transmigrating, she had spent her days watching Bai Qiangwei practice, her fingers itching to play.
So, naturally, the first thing she wanted to do after transforming was to play the piano!
Su Mianmian was indeed breathtakingly beautiful, especially with her silvery-white hair and porcelain skin, enough to make anyone’s mouth water.
Before long, Yu Wan’er and Qin Qiaoqiao came downstairs.
Their eyes were immediately drawn to Su Mianmian.
And then came the awe.
Yu Wan’er instantly felt a pang of jealousy. She walked over to Jiang Che and pinched his arm hard.
“Jiang Che! Where did this woman come from?”
The little loli whispered, her eyes never leaving Su Mianmian as she played the piano.
She glanced at the stunning woman, especially her impressive figure, which could rival even Sister Gu’s. Then she looked down at her own flat chest, and a wave of insecurity washed over her.
She really, really hated big-breasted women!!!
Meanwhile, Ye Mengyao, though surprised, had grown accustomed to Jiang Che’s flirtatious nature. A new woman appearing by his side was hardly unexpected.
“Jiang Che, this woman...” Yu Wan’er poked Jiang Che’s arm again. “You’re even playing cosplay now? Don’t think I don’t know where that tail is plugged in~”
Jiang Che: “......”
Come on, she’s a natural-born cat girl!
Don’t slander her like that!
Though Yu Wan’er’s comment did pique Jiang Che’s curiosity. He, too, was curious about where Su Mianmian’s tail was attached.
“Alright, alright, stop staring. When Qiaoqiao gets back this afternoon, take her shopping. This card has enough money for you to spend as you please.”
Jiang Che handed over a bank card, which contained several hundred million, enough for the girls to live comfortably for a lifetime.
While it’s often said that money is for showing off to women, not for spending on them, it all depends on the relationship. Jiang Che and Yu Wan’er knew each other inside and out. What harm was there in treating them?
Yu Wan’er’s cheeks puffed up in frustration.
“Ugh, you jerk! You’ve got a new favorite and already forgotten about us. Mengyao, let’s go.”
Yu Wan’er huffed and pulled Ye Mengyao away.
“Hmph... That little tsundere is quite clever.”
Yu Wan’er was all bark and no bite. Despite her sharp tongue, her heart had long been molded by Jiang Che.
...
Su Mianmian played the piano for over an hour, completely lost in her own world.
Only when her wrists ached did she finally stop.
“Jiang... Jiang Che, I’m really grateful to you,” she said, her voice trembling.
She knew full well that Jiang Che was playing a transparent game with her.
He was using a transformation pill worth hundreds of millions to win her over.
But... humans and demons were fundamentally different!
Even if Jiang Che could create transformation pills, she couldn’t possibly take one every day to maintain her human form, could she?
One pill a day would cost billions, and over a year, that would add up to nearly a trillion!
Not even the world’s richest person could afford that.
“Jiang Che... Jiang Che, just take me. It’ll make me feel better.”
Su Mianmian's voice trembled as she spoke, her thin lips tightly clenched.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
